Monday, April 10, 2017
Hammer of justice
Oh my god. It is 84 fucking degrees out. And I left the fucking cats home this morning with the fucking windows closed. And I forgot to clean out their fucking shit box. And I forgot to throw out the fucking trash.
Sunday, April 9, 2017
Voyage
Had a mini depression episode today. Felt isolated and alone, no friends hitting me up to hang out. Not that I would say yes anyway, I already had activities planned out for myself.
I'm one of those dudes that won't show up to an event but will get pissy if I wasn't invited. Obviously the best kind of friend you want in your life.
I hadn't practiced guitar in a couple days so I picked up and jammed out to a Nightwish dvd and this felt like home to me. Truly comfortable holding the instrument while watching my favorite music be performed live. Just airdrop my ass in Finland already and let me live out my days.
Didn't do any blow this weekend! Don't you think it's funny how both doing drugs recreationally and deciding to save your money responsibly could be considered adulting? Well kids do drugs all the time but now I actually deserve and can afford them. Priorities!
The warmer weather does bring me joy. It actually wasn't that cold this year or maybe I've been listening to so much dark and melancholic Finnish metal my whole life that the cold doesn't affect me anymore. Either way, I choose warm and sunny days over winter weather any day.
Getting back into the gym grind. Not so terrifying to look in the mirror anymore. Seeing a bigger chest and longer shoulder width is always the best way to start my day.
I'm listening to the new Amorphis record for the 20th time as I write this and fuck me this is a sexy record. Wasn't even a huge fan of them until this dropped. I think it's a perfect record to present to someone if they want to try and understand heavy music from Finland.
I'm one of those dudes that won't show up to an event but will get pissy if I wasn't invited. Obviously the best kind of friend you want in your life.
I hadn't practiced guitar in a couple days so I picked up and jammed out to a Nightwish dvd and this felt like home to me. Truly comfortable holding the instrument while watching my favorite music be performed live. Just airdrop my ass in Finland already and let me live out my days.
Didn't do any blow this weekend! Don't you think it's funny how both doing drugs recreationally and deciding to save your money responsibly could be considered adulting? Well kids do drugs all the time but now I actually deserve and can afford them. Priorities!
The warmer weather does bring me joy. It actually wasn't that cold this year or maybe I've been listening to so much dark and melancholic Finnish metal my whole life that the cold doesn't affect me anymore. Either way, I choose warm and sunny days over winter weather any day.
Getting back into the gym grind. Not so terrifying to look in the mirror anymore. Seeing a bigger chest and longer shoulder width is always the best way to start my day.
I'm listening to the new Amorphis record for the 20th time as I write this and fuck me this is a sexy record. Wasn't even a huge fan of them until this dropped. I think it's a perfect record to present to someone if they want to try and understand heavy music from Finland.
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Prisoners
Are you bored or just uninspired?
I value creativity too much. Sometimes it's pretty obnoxious, even to myself. I silently judge people who don't share the same passion as me for bringing something new, anything new, into existence.
Oh shit. That's why I have no friends.
But fuck that, why settle? Weekend warriors slave themselves away all week just to get fucked up on Saturday nights and repeat for years on end. What do they contribute to this world besides bar fights and hash-tagged Instagram selfies? Just minds boiled down into peanut butter.
The inspiration's out there. Take a detour from your normal route back home. Google earth your way through Tokyo. Spend an hour in a bookstore. Just don't keep your mind idle.
Fuck you.
I value creativity too much. Sometimes it's pretty obnoxious, even to myself. I silently judge people who don't share the same passion as me for bringing something new, anything new, into existence.
Oh shit. That's why I have no friends.
But fuck that, why settle? Weekend warriors slave themselves away all week just to get fucked up on Saturday nights and repeat for years on end. What do they contribute to this world besides bar fights and hash-tagged Instagram selfies? Just minds boiled down into peanut butter.
The inspiration's out there. Take a detour from your normal route back home. Google earth your way through Tokyo. Spend an hour in a bookstore. Just don't keep your mind idle.
Fuck you.
One
I really just wanna play guitar. That's all I've thought since I was 14 when I finally got my first electric as a birthday gift from my father. A dinky Ibanez Gio. I still have it actually and keep it at my job for downtime practice.
Any and all extracurricular activities in my upbringing never quite received the same attention as guitar playing. Sports, karate, after school clubs? Hah. The interested died out quick.
It's actually pretty difficult for me to stay interested in something for more than a couple days, maybe even a few weeks. My attention span is that of a walnut and that's just the way I've always been. The only constants in my life were and to this day remain music and playing guitar. Not sure why I'm programmed this way and I'm fairly confident I could be properly diagnosed with ADD, but I'm actually quite happy living this way. It helps me to not waste anyone's time, and more importantly, mine.
My fingers have studied the fret board for a decade and a half. The muscle memory blindly leads them into patterns that feel comfortable and familiar to me. It's kinda difficult for me to comprehend how these patterns may seem warped and impossible to other non players. It just feels like home to me. No better sense of accomplishment than finally nailing down a lick or technique that hours, days, even weeks were invested into learning. Repetition is fucking boring but nailing it is sexy.
A guitar simply means a form of expression to me. Whatever kind of day I had, be it awful or amazing, I can come home and reflect on that day through the instrument. Any hairy situation I may randomly find myself in, all I can think about is that I can't wait to play again and get noisy.
Any and all extracurricular activities in my upbringing never quite received the same attention as guitar playing. Sports, karate, after school clubs? Hah. The interested died out quick.
It's actually pretty difficult for me to stay interested in something for more than a couple days, maybe even a few weeks. My attention span is that of a walnut and that's just the way I've always been. The only constants in my life were and to this day remain music and playing guitar. Not sure why I'm programmed this way and I'm fairly confident I could be properly diagnosed with ADD, but I'm actually quite happy living this way. It helps me to not waste anyone's time, and more importantly, mine.
My fingers have studied the fret board for a decade and a half. The muscle memory blindly leads them into patterns that feel comfortable and familiar to me. It's kinda difficult for me to comprehend how these patterns may seem warped and impossible to other non players. It just feels like home to me. No better sense of accomplishment than finally nailing down a lick or technique that hours, days, even weeks were invested into learning. Repetition is fucking boring but nailing it is sexy.
A guitar simply means a form of expression to me. Whatever kind of day I had, be it awful or amazing, I can come home and reflect on that day through the instrument. Any hairy situation I may randomly find myself in, all I can think about is that I can't wait to play again and get noisy.
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Speed of light
Meme has become a language. Are people so unoriginal that the only way to make a presence on their friends' news feed is by repeatedly sharing a captioned image of a fat dog shitting itself? Literally ALL FUCKING DAY?
Keep in mind, at least someone had the creative sense to come up with said image. But it wasn't you. You're just the repeater, the clone. You're actually not funny, the picture is funny. And you couldn't come up with a caption that wasn't a ripped off inspirational quote for your own ugly selfie. At least we're all laughing at your face so I guess you win and I can go fuck myself now.
The nauseating effect scrolling through my social media news feed has on me could probably be compared to dysentery, just not as pleasant. It's all bloody diarrhea of the thumb.
Don't get me wrong, I too enjoy a good, savage meme here and there. I too can click like, maybe even love, on a picture of Kanye West in a Yeezy shirt that reads "this homeless man once saved a dog from getting its balls chewed off by a rabid priest 1 like = 1 nickel in his tin cup". But once that meme goes viral, it's as if the new Jordans just dropped and there's a line out the door full of skin bags waiting to get a hold of that one fucking pair of sneakers. Without that pair of sneakers, you're nothing. You have no status. Without that meme, you're invisible to your shitty friends. So all you have to do is hit that share button and boom! You're fucking relevant again!
Read the news man. Give a goddamn opinion on something. Tell me your girlfriend's pussy tasted like whale ass last night. ANYTHING of substance and you're ok in my book. Thinking is dope.
Read the news man. Give a goddamn opinion on something. Tell me your girlfriend's pussy tasted like whale ass last night. ANYTHING of substance and you're ok in my book. Thinking is dope.
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